She belongs to the Mafia

"Do you know who I am?"
"Does it look like I know who you are?" I slightly laughed.
He simply scoffed in my face.
"I can be your worst nightmare or- actually no," he grabbed my wrist and looked at my eyes with his cold. Dark. Murderous ones, "I am y...

Chapter 2

I woke up in a bright room with the worst hangover ever, it felt like someone from Greys Anatomy tried to be an actual doctor and spilled gasoline in my brain during brain surgery.

I start to realize what happened and I look around to see girls prancing around in their underwear and a cake face of makeup.

I start to feel pain in my feet and it quickly spreads all over my body. I start to realize what has happened.

"Get up whore," I slowly turned my aching head as my body struggled to get up.

"What do you want from me?" I spat instantly regretting it as he slapped me, definitely leaving a red hand mark.

K. Note to myself, don't be your usual sarcastic bitchy self.

"Listen this auction had one girl missing. We couldn't find a replacement so we found you. You just happened to walk right by our car in time last night."

"You sick fuck. You took me for some fucking pageant?!"

He paused for a bit, "You ain't see nothing yet," he smirked.

"This is kidnapping."

"Then sue me," The man smirked as a bunch of ladies turned to me and started to do my makeup.

I felt disgusted. I was forced here yet I was disgusted with myself. I wanted to fight back but I didn't want to get hurt. The girls weren't forced here. I was the only one who looked like I was a high hobo.

Wait.

What auction? The girl's doing my makeup seemed so dead. They looked expressionless and like they wanted to get this over with.

While I was stuck in my thoughts, I heard some guy in the corner speaking Tagalog!

No way!

Ok, I need to hide my accent. I don't know what kinds of trouble I could get into if I they knew I was Filipino so I hid it. This mans voice has a strong Filipino accent and was deep.